Pop Your Trunk

[Hook: Drastic - 2x] Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank With your wide body, hogging the road Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set Where you from fool (7-1-Tre) [H.A.W.K.] 7-1-3 boy, smoke good tree boy Jam Bun B boy, free Pimp C boy Yeah it's me boy, raised in the 3 boy The South's Jay-Z boy, get a load of me boy I'm so thoed, riding in a wide body load Remote control, just to see the top unfold I'm hogging the road, in something with fo' do's With fo' hoes, ready to take off they clothes You been exposed, to a place ain't no dirt roads It's elbows and vogues, or you rolling deuce 4's Fades and afros, and designer clothes You in the big leagues now, you dealing with pros We been doing this, since '86 T-tops and ricks, and I bang the six Y'all boys new to this, to us it's old Remember 7-1-3, is the area code [Hook - 2x] Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank With your wide body, hogging the road Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set Where you from fool (2-8-1) [Lil' Keke] Ok I get it how I live, cause it must be done It's either 7-1-3, or probably 2-8-1 They say Lil' Keke is a legend, so how long will you mourn Smoke the dank and sip the drank, because I'm Texas born I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, C.M.G. on the plate I'm in a wide body beamer, call it quarter to eight Catch me slipping and sliding, prolly banging up in my tape If you coming 2-8-1, then you exit the Beltway Take I-10 to 6-10, but take your time I'm passing by the galleria, them laws from 59 Got three area codes, cause we back in demand But don't ever get it twisted, it's Priches or Timmy Chan's Thug Dirt layed the fire, so it's def'nitely good From the bottom to the top, I give it back to the hood It's the 7-1-Tre, call it the 8-3-2 We represent for 2-8-1, cause my niggas that's what it do [Hook - 2x] Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank With your wide body, hogging the road Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set Where you from fool (8-3-2) [Big Pokey] Sensei'll kill the beat, make a nigga feel the heat Yellowstone Texas nigga, tough as guerilla meat 15's in the trunk, kicking like guerilla feet Hard top flat screen, palamine pillow seats Never let a broad, take me out of my mind Podina gon make her break, and pay me like a fine Me I get the work, go straight to the mound Old school hitting switches, nigga scraping the ground I'm the same nigga repping for time At the house screaming money over bullshit, safe on the grind Them wankstas in the way daddy, they finna find The flood gates open, soon as I'm finna break me it dizzown The rap game, kinda remind me of the grid iron In the heat all day on my feet, putting my bid down I go off like a seed nine, cold in the booth 7-60 with the wig down, 8-3-2 [Hook] Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank With your wide body, hogging the road Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set Where you from fool (7-1-Tre) Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank With your wide body, hogging the road Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set Where you from fool (2-8-1) Gon and pop your trunk, and sip your drank With your wide body, hogging the road Gon and smoke your dro, throw up your set Where you from fool (8-3-2)